When he arrived at Huang Si's maiden, he secretly admired: What a lot of flowers! It can really be said that this place is a world of flowers and an ocean of flowers. The side paths are covered with dense flowers. Colorful flowers are particularly beautiful, white as snow, red as chardonnay and yellow as gold. ...
Flowers are as big as bowls, bent branches, and small flowers are in bud like beans.
When the breeze blows, the flowers smell sweet. Among the flowers, butterflies danced and refused to leave for a long time.
Beautiful, beautiful little orioles are singing sweet songs on the branches. They are jumping around happily.
Du Fu saw this beautiful scenery and said to himself, "The flowers of Huang Si's maiden really live up to their reputation. It's beautiful. "
So he immediately wrote the poem "Looking for Flowers Alone by the River":
Huang Si's maiden is full of flowers,
Thousands of flowers crushed the branches.
Butterflies have been dancing,
The charming warbler chirps.